“Well, what if there is no tomorrow? There wasn’t one today. ” -Phil
In honor of today’s announcement from that rat in Punxsutawney for six more weeks of
nonwinter, what better nostalgic item to consider than the Harold Ramis classic, Groundhog Day?
When Groundhog Day came out on video it was instantly added to the roster of movies I watched over and over again to my parent’s great frustration. It is rather Meta now that I think about it, watching a movie repeatedly about a day that happens again and again. See, mom and dad. Your son grew up to be quite the thinker.
Unlike a lot of movies I thought were masterpieces, re: Masters of the Universe, looking back almost 20 years later I would say it holds up well to the lens of time. It’s quirky and goodhearted with such delicate layers of character development that it doesn’t ring overly sentimental or false. Plus, what’s not to like about Bill Murray doing what he does best? Even though his scenes with the homeless old man KILLS me every time, thanks Bill.
The adult me often ponders the quote that starts my post and the greater conundrum of what would I do if every day were exactly the same. I want to say I think about all the new things I could learn or skills I could develop, but I know I would pretty much stuff my face with fattening desserts and copious amounts of other not-so-healthy foodstuffs. I suppose that is not so different from what I would have done as a kid were each day the same, but hey, with no tomorrow it’s never too early for flapjacks.